When did I notice that Steve was a narcissist? Had I ever really noticed until we split up?

I suppose there was the time when we were going out for dinner and I wanted to look my absolute best. I had spent hours doing my hair in loose curls, putting on my make up and making sure every inch was contoured to perfection, I picked a lovely outfit which was a flattering black jumpsuit and a pair of black ankle boots with a small heel. I thought I looked stunning, especially considering I was the one that was described as plain. I walked down stair to show Steve what I looked like and the words that fell out of his mouth, ‘I don’t like the smell of your perfume’.

I was crushed, I had tried so hard to look special. Steve was a handsome man and he deserved to have someone that looked immaculate. I will never forget the sinking feeling that filled my stomach, why did I think it was ok to be spoken to like that? Apparently it was ok, he only spoke the truth.